Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

"Link, you're back."

After returning home after the game, he was changing his shoes in the entrance hall when a shout came from the living room, and then a tall figure rushed over, hugged his neck with both hands, and almost knocked him into the wall.

Taylor came in the morning and wanted to write songs at his place, so Link left the apartment to her and went to participate in the competition.

"What's wrong?"

Link held the girl and changed her shoes, patting her on the back.

"Tell me, who wrote this?"

Taylor took out a piece of manuscript paper. There were more than ten lines of lyrics on the paper. The song title was "Dream It Possible". He wrote and rewritten it in wild and scrawled handwriting.

"Who wrote it? Tell me quickly. I searched on the Internet and there is no such song."

Taylor looked up at him, his blue eyes full of expectation.

"Don't worry, let me take a breath first."

Link took off his coat and was about to hang it up. Taylor immediately grabbed it and helped him hang it up diligently. Then he looked back and stared at him. Link came to the living room and asked for a drink of water. Taylor immediately took out the drink from the refrigerator and offered it to him with both hands. , showing special attentiveness.

Link smiled softly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm a little tired. It would be great if someone massaged me at this time."

"snort!"

Taylor glared at him, knelt down on the sofa, and gently held his shoulders with a rough technique.

"Harder!"

"Okay, this is what you said, don't blame me for being too harsh."

Taylor clenched his fist, knocked his shoulder hard twice, and asked, "How is it? Is it heavy enough?"

"Yes, if you are stronger, you can KO me."

Link leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes to enjoy.

"Don't go to sleep. You haven't told me who wrote this song. The lyrics of this song are great. The rhythm and content are great. It's many times better than what I wrote. Who wrote it? You Tell me, okay?"

Taylor hugged his neck and shook it, her voice soft, as if she was coquettishly speaking.

"Is it that good?"

"Of course, tell me quickly or I'll pinch you."

Taylor pinched a little bit of skin on his arm and threatened him fiercely.

Link smiled softly, "No one else has been to my apartment. Who do you think wrote it?"

Taylor looked at him quietly, then picked up the manuscript and looked at it, and asked uncertainly: "Did you write it?"

"Why do you use a questioning tone? Do you think I am a rude and uneducated guy?"

Link asked, crossing his arms.

"No, it's just how can you write such good lyrics? You are a boxer, why can you write better than us professional writers?"

Taylor said with a sour tone.

Link smiled softly. He couldn't sleep this song the night before. He saw the manuscript paper Taylor left on the table. On a whim, he remembered the song "Dream It Possible" that he never tired of listening to. He copied it while recalling it, but that The song is relatively long, and I only remembered two-thirds of it that night, and I didn’t remember some of it.

After two days of absence, he thought of some more.

He took the manuscript paper from Taylor's hand, picked up the pen from the table, and completed the remaining lyrics.

And if it takes takes a thousand lives

The realization of lofty ideals

Then it's worth fighting for

It always takes countless blood

It's not until you fall that you fly

No longer afraid of falling until the moment you spread your wings and fly high

When your dreams come alive you're unstoppable

When your dreams come true you are unstoppable

"How can it be so good?"

Taylor read the lyrics he had just written and looked at him blankly, "How can you be so good? You are a boxer, why do you still write songs?"

"Don't you know anything else besides singing?"

Link looked at her and smiled.

Taylor was stunned by his question. He frowned and thought hard, what else could he do besides singing and writing songs? Link can box, swim, dive, cook, and write songs, and he does them extremely well. What can he do?

It seems like he can do nothing but sing.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt so useless.

"You can also play piano, guitar, violin, and dance. You are also very good. You are a musical genius."

Link said while lifting her chin.

Taylor's eyes lit up and he became energetic instantly.

"You're right, I can also compose music. I'm going to compose a complete tune for your lyrics. What do you think? Don't worry, I will definitely create the best tune and I will never bury such great lyrics."

Link nodded, hesitated and said, "Actually, when I was writing the lyrics, I also had a song in my mind."

"What? Are you serious? Composing music is a hundred times more difficult than writing lyrics. You can also compose music?"

Taylor asked in disbelief.

"How about you listen first?"

Link laughed.

"good!"

Taylor picked up the guitar and handed it to him, crossing his arms and looking at him, wanting to see what kind of music a boxer could write, hoping not to ruin the lyrics.

Link fiddled with the strings a few times with his stiff fingers. He had only studied with Taylor for a few days and was not very good at playing. However, singing while holding the guitar was better than singing with empty hands. He looked at the table while holding the guitar. The lyrics on the song were sung softly:

I will run I will climb I will soar

I'm undefeated

Jumping out of my skin pull the chord

Yeah I believe it

"wow~"

After only hearing him sing a short verse, Taylor covered her mouth in surprise. This tune was so great, so nice, much better than what she had just imagined.

The melody and the lyrics also match very well. From the beginning, the melody is low and lingering, and then it becomes firm and high-spirited. It is very healing to listen to.

Link's singing is also very good. Although he has some problems with rhythm and breathing, his voice is great, his tone is full of emotion and has strong appeal. With this condition, he will become a mature singer with only a little training. .

After hearing Link finish singing, Taylor couldn't help but clap his hands vigorously and said excitedly: "Link, you sang so well and the music is so good. How can you be so good?"

Link put down the guitar and said with a smile: "If you think it's good, sing it. There are some parts in the song that need to be adjusted. It's up to you to decide how to adjust it."

The reason why I say this is because there are some places where he has forgotten how to sing and can only vaguely remember them. Fortunately, there are not many missing parts, so it should not be difficult to fill them in.

"You want to sing such a nice song for me? Link, how about we become singers together? Let Big Machine Records sign you too, and you can become a big star in the future."

Taylor said, taking his arm.

"No, I am a boxer. My current goal is to become a world boxing champion. I have no other plans until I achieve my goal."

Link said, patting her hand.

Although being a singer is also a good part-time job, recording records and holding concerts takes up a lot of time. I don’t have that much time to waste on other things for the time being. If I want to be a singer, I have to wait until I win the world boxing title before thinking about it.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Taylor stopped trying to persuade him. He pulled him to act coquettishly and said, "Link, can you sing it again? I was just listening to you sing and forgot to write the song. Can you sing it again?" "

"All right!"

Link held the guitar and sang it again. The second time was more complete than the first time, with only a few remaining tones being vague.

Taylor is very good at composing and arranging music. After listening to it once, he can turn the music he sang into a line of music score marked with high bottom notes and beats, and he wrote a full sheet.

“It’s great, what a great song.”

Taylor held the guitar and hummed softly to the tune.

Link returned to the kitchen to make dinner, making a beef stew and veggie fritters according to the recipe.

By the time he finished cooking dinner, Taylor had already finished singing. She was holding her guitar on the sofa, playing and singing at the same time. Her voice and singing style were different from the original version, but her voice was very good and her singing skills were also very good.

Her performance of "Dream It Possible" is lively and lively, and has its own characteristics from the original version, just like some people like "Dream It Possible" and some people like Zhang Liangying's "My Dream".

"Ugh, so sad."

When Taylor finished singing, Link was about to applaud, but he saw Taylor's eyes were red, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes, as if she was very sad. Link didn't understand why this artistic young woman suddenly started crying, so he walked over and patted her. 's back.

"What's wrong? Is this song sad?"

"No, I started practicing piano when I was six years old, studied music for thirteen years, and wrote more than thirty songs. I thought I was very good, but I suddenly discovered that I wrote so many songs, but none of them could compare to you. This song, and you are just a boxer who can’t even play the guitar, how come you can write such a good song but I can’t?”

Taylor's eyes were red and she looked at him with envy and jealousy.

Link smiled softly and understood her thoughts very well. Back then, a college student who was not short of money came to the boxing gym where he was. He said he liked boxing and wanted to come here to learn some tricks, so he paid 20,000 yuan in tuition.

Lao Liu arranged for a boxer who had been practicing boxing for five years to teach him.

The college student proposed to compete with the opponent, and the boxer agreed. Then the opponent only used simple and rough boxing methods to knock the old boxer to the ground.

At that time, Link looked at that man with jealous eyes. He not only had money, but also had such good talent. It was really unfair.

Link wiped her tears and said, "This song was written by the two of us, and it can be considered your work. You don't have to be sad."

"Huh, you wrote it so I won't compete with you, but I will definitely be able to write a better song in the future, so don't be complacent."

Taylor hummed.

"Of course, you are the best singer I have ever seen. You will definitely be able to write better songs than this one in the future."

Link laughed.

Taylor smiled slightly, hooked his neck and kissed him on the face.